Pen is mightier than the sword

Saturday, March 29, 2014

Look at you,Yes, we see youYes, we hear youWalking all grownAppearance so beautifulA collegiate individualNo more child's playToday is your dayCommencement to PresentationKnowledgeConfidenceWith plenty of educationThis walk advancing a boy to a manA woman, promoted from a girlEnrollment until graduation dayIt's time to meet the real worldCommon sense brings you fashion sensewith maturity come intelligenceLook at youback straight, head highWe, admiring you, as you walk byIn route to all doors of opportunitiesNow you're an adultTaking on, your own responsibilitiesBecoming the generation "NEW"to pick up, where we left offThis world's for youMore like it's inherited to youLike it was for weSo walk that walk moneytalk that talk honeyBe free, live free, love freeBut the world ain't no silver spoonSo life will be a struggleMeaning, it won't be that easyIt's a new life waiting for youIt's time for graduate to see their career placeno longer will you be a student of educationYou're a professional on this runwayWe see, confidence in your walkWe hear, maturity in your talktransforming from clothes that sagto a professional with swagSinging to your parents "WOW!!""I'm a big kid now"It's graduation day for youProfessional walker in a professional spaceTo create your new life, on the new worlds stage for youThe next new chapter, the starting of a new page for youA diploma passed to you like a torchA relay towards a finish line of lifeYoung world.....it's time for you to move forthReason.....You are 5...stepstil you get your degree4 steps4 steps to your goaland 3 wishesfrom being on top of the worldon GRADUATION DAY........~TNW

What happens when your favorite pen....dies of dehydration- due to neglect and lack of love What if it slowly died from ink UN-usedYou know When modern technology caused youto go paperlessWhen baring armswas writes going penlessAnd those used-less pens side eye-ing you in falling black tears when the computer is the choice a writer usageNow picture this blue and blacks are holding silent elections looking for a skill craft men who won't pass up the aisle where pens come in multiple selections Papers and journals are joining the rally fear of their own extinctions buried in penmentaries the home they will call Death Valley So what happens when your electronics goes down Voice recorders aren't around and you need to pen something down? and Through it all that pen your forcefully retiredwill still be your corner papers will lay flat, white, with collegiate lines with red lines serving as the borders Hands will become sweaty possibly shake with graspunused muscle grips may cramp scribing will look like heart monitors while papers will pile up like trash So what will you do if the pen that got you started do what you did to it and later gives up de-penning ink for youfor writeless and voiceless spits........~TNW

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

I invite you to this platform See, my stage is your stage You don't have to be afraidbut if you are it's okayYou are a hidden starTo stand before a crowded roomstrangers and friends looking at you this is the height of nervousness by farbut tonight is your light to shineto become your bucket list starto share your thoughts and dreamsas we make your dreams part of WordzSpeaks teamThis stage is made about who you areDon't worry about the poet that went before youor the one coming after you just come up here, do what you gotta doread your poem,in your voicein other words, just be youSee, I'm telling you the truthAnd Yes, I'm talking to youthe silent poetthe smiling listenerthe shaking knee wanting to come to the mic the beaded forehead from venues with bright lightsDon't make this the "Maybe the next time"I'll sign the listDon't make this the "I shoulda, coulda, woulda"moment for you to spitAs my boy E-Baby says, "GET YO ASS UP"see you need to spit your shitBe brave,put your name on the list See in this venueWe need to hear your mind ventFuck a therapist,let us stop, stoplook, lookthen listenDemand us with your deliveryCommand us with your poetryPen us in swords of words makes us have your full attentionthis what we doas poets we do this with full intentions See what you be spittincould be the words possibly hittingclose to homeor heal open woundsmending ones heartfor the dark clouds that bloomSo, give us your writesshare with us your mindthere is no next timetonight is your nightYou can shineYou will shinefear is all in your mindBring us sight through your visionhelp us hear your words and take us out the blindSo when I call your namedon't run for cover puff up your chestapproach with nervousnessand leave the stage as your bestknow, "You're the New Poet" by requestthat we discovered and uncovered There is no time to run with treasonthis is your reason, to hear hands clapping & your name calledSo you can be "THAT POET" for this season Just stand up with pride in your eyesand if you likewe will stand by your side and hold the micwhile you workout the whispersuntil you're shouting out your lines open mics, cameras, then action This is your INVITATION for you to shine

Saturday, March 22, 2014

I sleep with my laptop on cell phone next to my face pens clutched in my hand and notebooks as my pillow My crumbled papers are mattress pads Jazz music playing creates images in my dreams Luke warm coffee's or teas helps me decipher ingredients on relaxing taste I lay with closed eyes just a temporary long blink in stares Another poet friend wrote, "Do poets sleep?" but my reply, in my grandma's cries We are only resting our eyes cause with closed eyes there is so much more, Our eyes can see Every night I lay I pray I don't fall to far under Hoping to spring up then get up and write about that image or word before the inspiration becomes no longer.....~TNW